276 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



of the train in its downward course to sea-level at 

 Inverness, are rare appetisers, and the breakfast 

 that awaited us at the Highland Railway Hotel 

 received more attention than we can usually bestow 

 on such early meals. 



My friend was in grand form he always is 

 and made the most of the time we had to spare 

 before going on board the steamer that was to take 

 us to Foyers Hotel, just half-way up Loch Ness. 

 We visited the netting station, where we had the 

 selfish pleasure of finding the river too high for the 

 success of the rietsmen in their efforts to take toll 

 of the passing fish. We saw the nets cast several 

 times, but without result, and our hopes of sport 

 were raised accordingly. 



And now the secret is out. " Newly discovered " 

 will rile some when they learn that the fishing is 

 situated in the Caledonian Canal, and that it is 

 called Loch Ness. 



I wonder what the old stagers, who have done 

 their profitable week or two on the loch every year, 

 either from Foyers or from Glen Urquhart, from 

 Glen Moriston or from Fort Augustus I wonder 

 what they will, on the strict q.t., christen me for 

 multiplying the fishers on their favourite loch, as I 

 shall assuredly do when I tell my plain tale in my 

 very plain way, bordered here and there with facts 

 and figures which will justify the prediction which 

 I here give boldly out " Loch Ness is to be as 

 Loch Tay was." 



